This post comes from my lovely and wonderful wife, Andrea. It’s been a while since she wrote a post and maybe she felt sorry for my having to drive 8 hours, but so glad she did! Enjoy.
We are currently on a family vacation/road trip where we visited Jason’s grandpa (who just turned 88) in Oklahoma and have now journeyed to Kentucky to see my Mamaw. That is just 12 short hours and various interstates and back country roads with our 4 adorable children in the back seats. Call me crazy, but family is THAT important.
Perhaps it is an oldest child mentality with their instinctive role to care for family and younger siblings that has instilled my deep seed desire to have family. Perhaps it is that when I was only eight years old, my family moved across the entire US to live in Alaska and I grew up without those close relationships with aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. Perhaps it is my pure delight to share my miracle of our adoption with everyone I love. Whatever the reason, here we are on this journey.
Now I’m sure that everyone who reads this has one of those perfect families: No big disputes, no nuts you wish weren’t related to you, no relatives who act in immature or selfish manners. Well, I’m one of those that have a “REAL” family with all the imperfections you could think or come up with. But they are MY family and just like an old house has imperfections, I choose to look at the beauty that lies beneath the surface and realize that the hole in the wall has an amazing story behind it.
My visits with family have been amazing thus far. I treasure the stories of years past and lessons learned by my older generations. In my family, I cherish the deep love and trust in God that my family has had and continues to share. I know generations and generations before me have been praying. I know that things I walk in are in part due to their prayers that have carried me. I know that even those family members who are not walking in their full destiny or with God at all will never stop hearing that God loves them and has a unique plan for their lives.
God accepts me and makes a place for me in His family. “The gift makes room for the person.” Just as he accepts me, we then accept our church as our family. Sure some are quirky just like I’d expect family to be, but God sees something special in them and as a pastor’s wife it’s my job to pray and watch that treasure become unearthed. And if I extend this love to strangers that God brings around me, then I certainly extend it to my family. Imperfections and idiosyncrasies and everything else between, God gave them to me and whether their role is to encourage me or for me to be a light to them–I will be in the place that God called and placed me.
We reveal to the world what we believe to be important by our actions and the lengths we are willing to go for those we love.
How are you proving that family is important (spiritual/physical)? Who is around you that God wants you to love and maybe play a part in discovering the treasure they are? Is there a family member that you’ve been too quick to judge and cut off that God is stirring and inviting you to be a light in their life?